IMDB Flu Plot Multipup Post!

[hey35andholding]

Three women entered Milliways at some point this past week, but three different women now occupy various chairs and couches throughout the Bar.

Eponine, as always, seems to have been ground zero for whatever misery the world contains, though she certainly doesn't look too unhappy. At some point during her stay she chopped her hair off into a fashionable bob, convinced Bar to loan her a fur, and is now sitting upon a stool, sipping champagne between coughs and bites of fine German chocolate. She doesn't bother looking behind her. What does she care about the world ending? It's all an exaggeration, she's sure, and she does adore a show.


Juliet has fashioned a headband of golden tinfoil for herself and is lounging in a back booth, puffing on a thin cigarillo and honking her nose occasionally upon the back of her hand. Fuck it, she saved a nun from a burning orphanage today, she deserves a cigar.


And Clementine is in the middle of some serious aerobics. Well...HOPEFULLY they're aerobics. They look more like back spasms. She's sporting an entertainingly loud headband and jacket and is otherwise lost in her own world.

All are botherable and ready to spread the flu love.


[OOC: And these gals are all officially in varying states of infection; Eponine thinks she's Sally Bowles from the musical Cabaret, Juliet thinks she's Diana Prince, from the Funny or Die short A Date With Diana, and Clementine thinks she's Beverly Goldberg from the ABC Sitcom The Goldbergs. Have at, and open throughout the event!]

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[melomancer]

Anton steps in while removing a heavy tool belt but stops when he sees he's not where he expected. Glancing back over his shoulder, he debates whether to leave the belt in the hallway outside the lockers back in the HQ of the Moscow Day Watch but decides he'd likely get in trouble for doing so. Even if time stopped, he is sure the Boss would find out.

He could turn back as well, but he decides that he deserves a drink or two of vodka for figuring out how the pack of unlicensed were-wolves were moving about Moscow when more experienced (read here as older) Others couldn't. So have one tired but happy low level magician Milliways.

EP: Kate Barlow | Main Bar

[ikissdhimbck]

The door opens to a golden sky, so thick with dust it looks like orange meringue.

The soft chnk of spurs precedes the cowgirl, collar turned up and hat low over her eyes. Once the door closes, she tips her hat back and takes a look around. And smiles.

As soon as she settles at the Bar, she's presented with gift after gift after gift after gift, along with a plate of Solstice sweets and a few gingerbread ... robots? She eyes everything with delight, surprised when she realizes how much time has passed. She wasn't expecting she'd be gone so long. She best start on the thank-you notes straight away.

But first, she does happen to have a few gifts of her own. She unshoulders her bag and leaves the tardy presents with Miss Bar. ( For Dr. Lecter, The Sandhu Family, Tommy Gavin, John Marston, The Waco Kid, Elrond, Remy, Ellen, Dixie, Clementine, Enzo & Dani, Pyrrha, Teja, Ratonhnhaké:ton, William Evans, etc. )

That done, she settles down to write her thank-yous, occasionally admiring the clay cat and pondering a name change to 'Queen of the Bandits'. No doubt she'll soon break into the sweets, though there's far too much to eat in one sitting. It's a good turn of luck that she feels inspired to share.


[ooc: I've missed all of the fun! Feel free to catch me up and link me to anything you'd like to have tagged, I'm happy to bounce around and see all of the shenanigans. ^__^ This is open throughout the weekend and perhaps longer. Hello again.]

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[no_vampires_plz]

Out of Milliways: Fluttershy welcomes her houseguest while Twilight does some research.

Unsurprisingly, things get out of hand.

Spoilers for My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic s3e10, "Keep Calm and Flutter On."

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[deadman_pirate]

The Brucolac is a man with a mission tonight--well, a lazy sort of mission. A side-project, really. He's not exactly writing his memoirs, just picking a few stories for the local goth scribbler to illustrate. Gives them both something to do.

So he's down to the bar, boots and buttons all polished, to pick up some paper and a pen along with some breakfast. The blood here still tastes strange to him; he misses the flavor of the anticoagulant they use back home in Dry Fall. Maybe next time he's home, he'll bring a bottle back for seasoning.

Botherable.

Forge post

[ostro_goth]

While his forge helper is still not being himself, Teja keeps his forge-work to tinkering with small things and making small things, arrow-heads or jewellery, where no help is needed.

The doors and windows are open, there is a fire in the forge, and the cats are lounging by the warming flames.

If any should wish to speak with Teja, about a commission, his work, or anything at all, he will gladly answer.-

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[tragic_mask]

Melpomene, ageless (or maybe late 30s, if you didn't know any better), stone-faced, clatters into the bar in muddy boots and a drenched peacoat.

She's bewildered, at first - why here, now, when there's so much to be done? - but quickly finds her way to an armchair by the fire. You can find her there shortly, rubbing her cold hands together and drying the coat on the back of her chair.

All this scene needs is an interlocutor. (That's your cue.)

multipup post: gym

[mr_gaeta]

As slow going as it's been, the physical therapy seems to be working. Gaeta still needs to use both crutches to get around, but he can walk for longer, and with less pain, than he could a mere month ago. All the hard work means some of the elated shine of having a prosthesis has worn off; still, the increased mobility has done a hell of a lot for his mood.

He's upstairs in the gym, keeping up a slow, measured plod on one of the treadmills. Not too long ago, Bolin made his way up there, too -- seeing the guy with the metal leg got a surprised stare, but he hastily covered it up with some cheery pleasantries before jogging over to the weight bench.

(Pabu, on the other hand, has taken a seat right in front of the treadmill with his head cocked. Gaeta's leg. It's so SHINY.)



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